"Did you see her oft, Ramsay?"
"No, Rebecca; only at dinner on Sundays."
"And—and—all the officers were there on the Sabbath?"
"All the officers were there!"
She sat silent, eyes downcast, thinking.
"Ramsay?"
"Well?"
"Hortense will be marrying some grand courtier."
"May he be worthy of her."
"I think many ask her."